Page 1 – The Colorful Hands
In the beginning, there was only light and color, swirling endlessly in the vastness of everything and nothing. From this dance of light came two radiant hands—one glimmered with shades of deep blue and gentle violet, the other shimmered in warm golds and vivid reds. These were the Hands of Life and Creation, ancient and playful, mysterious and kind.

Page 2 – The Waterfall of Time
Below the hands, from the sky that wasn’t a sky yet, poured an infinite waterfall. Its water shimmered like stardust, each droplet singing with echoes of what could be. This was the Waterfall of Time, flowing without a beginning or an end. The colorful hands hovered over it, knowing the moment had come.

Page 3 – The Beautiful Potato
From the heart of light, they drew forth a small, round, brown object—ordinary to some, but to them, it was everything. It was not just a potato. It was soft and warm, pulsing gently, like a dream waiting to awaken. It was beautiful. The hands cradled it with awe.

Page 4 – A Sacred Gesture
With great care, the two hands covered the potato. Their colors mixed as they touched, forming hues the universe had never seen before. They weren’t just hiding it—they were protecting it, shaping it, whispering silent secrets into its smooth skin. The potato pulsed brighter, as if listening.

Page 5 – Baptism of the Earth
Together, the colorful hands dipped into the Waterfall of Time, still holding the potato. The rushing water danced over the skin of the round little being. As the water touched it, the potato began to glow. Not brown now—but green, and blue, and white—colors swirling like clouds and oceans and forests unborn.

Page 6 – The Birth of a World
Then, it happened. The potato trembled in their palms, and from within came light. Not the light of fire, but of life. Tiny mountains formed along its curves. Rivers danced from its sides. Winds began to spin softly. And the hands released it, letting it float beneath the waterfall, now no longer a potato—but Earth.

Page 7 – The Breath of Sky
The hands waved above the newborn Earth, and the winds began to speak. The first breath of the sky formed the clouds, soft and white. Rain fell gently, kissing the mountains and filling the rivers. The air smelled of beginnings. The Earth opened its first eyes.

Page 8 – The Seeds of Life
From the same hands, small glowing seeds fell onto the surface. Trees rose, slow but strong. Flowers laughed into bloom. Deep in the oceans, a whisper started—life’s first heartbeat. And all around the globe, the song of existence began to hum.

Page 9 – The Hands Watch
The colorful hands didn’t leave. They hovered near, not to interfere, but to watch. Their creation danced, grew, sang. They smiled—a smile made of galaxies and colors and waterfalls. Earth had been born not of accident, but of love, of care, and of art.

Page 10 – The Story Begins
As the Earth turned gently under the Waterfall of Time, the first stars blinked above. The sky learned to hold them. The ground waited patiently for creatures yet to come. The Earth was still young, still curious. But it was ready. The story of Earth—the great beginning—had truly begun.